A sad day? Not really.... slightly emotional one, perhaps.
A last service as member of "my" church, with people saying nice things. John, with whom I have led and preached and played instruments over 12 years in probably the best partnership of that kind I will ever know, quoted the old hymn (he also is an ex-Local Preacher).
How good is the God we adore,Our faithful unchangeable Friend!
His love is as great as His power,And knows neither measure nor end!
’Tis Jesus the First and the Last,Whose Spirit shall Guide us safe home,
We’ll praise Him for all that is past,And trust Him for all that’s to come.
Which was remarkable. Because unknown to John, this was also the hymn that was sung as an introit(we were very high Wesleyans...) every morning for the first month that I ever started regularly going to church after i became a Christian.
Then we had a picnic, and the vicar was trying to persuade me that I ought to play football every Saturday evening with them, and I was telling him I wouldn't. And I said that everybody our age ended up injured, and he disagreed with me.
But I did take part in the traditional picnic game of football. Set up a couple of goals, but tried not to do anything too dangerous (you wouldn't like to be ordained with a broken leg, would you?)
And ironically, a 17-year-old piled into the vicar and for a moment or two it looked like he'd broken his ankle. He was helped off the pitch to have ice packs applied.
Well, I hate to say I told you so....
Monday, 23 June 2008
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
The album by Kirsty MacColl, remastered with an additional 6 or so remixes of "Angel". Beautiful, sad, defiant, brilliant.